User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160707183139

@Blue The ship heaved and groaned beneath the ferret and a cool wind whipped against it, as it sailed on into choppier seas that in these tropics could only be the omen of an impending tempest.

A claw reached out and prodded his back in the darkness.